Blood fall, blood meal, blood fails.
There’s blood in ‘em leaves.
And all the while the high heel lady goes:
Clack clack clackity clack upstairs.
Blood on the tracks
Socks in your pants
That clack clack clackity clack…
What I’m Reading:
“… maybe I’ll live to be really old … to die decrepit and alone … with the only company being the crabs who slowly chew off my face.”
— Elizabeth Pich / Fungirl: You Are Revolting